Hymns of Faith and HopeCarter, 1857 - 269 pages |
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... SONG . QUIS SEPARABIT .. FAR BETTER .. WANDERING DOWN . CONTENTS . THE ROD ...... STRENGTH BY THE WAY . THE FEAST THE STRANGER SEA - BIRD . HOPE DEFERRED ..... THE BLANK THE SLEEP OF THE BELOVED . THE LITTLE FLOCK ... THE NAME OF NAMES ...
... SONG . QUIS SEPARABIT .. FAR BETTER .. WANDERING DOWN . CONTENTS . THE ROD ...... STRENGTH BY THE WAY . THE FEAST THE STRANGER SEA - BIRD . HOPE DEFERRED ..... THE BLANK THE SLEEP OF THE BELOVED . THE LITTLE FLOCK ... THE NAME OF NAMES ...
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... SONG . 112 QUIS SEPARABIT . 115 FAR BETTER ... 117 WANDERING DOWN . 119 THE ROD ........ 122 STRENGTH BY THE WAY ... 127 THE FEAST . 128 THE STRANGER SEA - BIRD . 129 HOPE DEFERRED . 132 THE BLANK 135 THE SLEEP OF THE BELOVED . 136 THE ...
... SONG . 112 QUIS SEPARABIT . 115 FAR BETTER ... 117 WANDERING DOWN . 119 THE ROD ........ 122 STRENGTH BY THE WAY ... 127 THE FEAST . 128 THE STRANGER SEA - BIRD . 129 HOPE DEFERRED . 132 THE BLANK 135 THE SLEEP OF THE BELOVED . 136 THE ...
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... song : Brother , we shall meet and rest ' Mid the holy and the blest ! Where no shadow shall bewilder , Where life's vain parade is o'er , Where the sleep of sin is broken , And the dreamer dreams no more : 14 THE MEETING - PLACE ...
... song : Brother , we shall meet and rest ' Mid the holy and the blest ! Where no shadow shall bewilder , Where life's vain parade is o'er , Where the sleep of sin is broken , And the dreamer dreams no more : 14 THE MEETING - PLACE ...
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... song ; Each day I wonder , And say , How long Shall time me sunder From that dear throng ? No weeping yonder ! All fled away ; While here I wander Each weary day , And sigh as I ponder My long , long stay . * Θείῳ πυρὶ παμφαής . — Soph ...
... song ; Each day I wonder , And say , How long Shall time me sunder From that dear throng ? No weeping yonder ! All fled away ; While here I wander Each weary day , And sigh as I ponder My long , long stay . * Θείῳ πυρὶ παμφαής . — Soph ...
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... ending Of sorrow and wrong ; For shame there is glory , For weeping a song . The new morn is dawning , Bursts forth the new sun ; The new verdure is smiling , The new age is begun . REST YONDER . THIS is not my place of resting.
... ending Of sorrow and wrong ; For shame there is glory , For weeping a song . The new morn is dawning , Bursts forth the new sun ; The new verdure is smiling , The new age is begun . REST YONDER . THIS is not my place of resting.
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Alleluia arise awake awake and sing beauty blessed blest blood blossom bright brightens brow budding green burst calm Christ cloud darkness dawn DAY AFTER ARMAGEDDON death DESERT LILIES dream dwell earth endless eternal Everlasting praises everlasting song fair faithful Father fear feast flee flower glad glad band gloom glory to thy grief haste heart heart of age heaven heavenly hills holy hope hour HYMN Jehovah Jesus King Lamb of God land life's light lingerer live Lord mercy for thee moorland morn name of names night o'er pain peace precious blood Put honor QUIS SEPARABIT rest rills save thee Saviour shadows shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smiles song soon sorrow Sower divine spirit star storm sunshine sweet tears tempest thine thou throne Time's toil tomb Trust truth Twas unrifled voice vols wandering weary yonder
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Page 158 - I heard the voice of Jesus say, I am this dark world's light, Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright. I looked to Jesus, and I found In Him my star, my sun ; And in that light of life I'll walk Till travelling days are done.
Page 150 - I LAY my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God ; He bears them all, and frees us From the accursed load. I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains White in his Blood most precious, Till not a spot remains.
Page 151 - White in His blood most precious Till not a spot remains. I lay my wants on Jesus ; All fulness dwells in Him : He heals all my diseases ; He doth my soul redeem. I lay my griefs on Jesus, My burdens and my cares ; He from them all releases ; He all my sorrows shares.
Page 71 - Not myself, but the truth that in life I have spoken, Not myself, but the seed that in life I have sown, Shall pass on to ages, — all about me forgotten, Save the truth I have spoken, the things I have done.
Page 157 - I heard the voice of Jesus say, " Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live." I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream ; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, " I am this dark world's Light ; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright.
Page 151 - I long to be like Jesus, — Meek, loving, lowly, mild; I long to be like Jesus, — The Father's holy child. I long to be with Jesus, Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints His praises, To learn the angels
Page 157 - I heard the voice of JESUS say, ' Come unto me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to JESUS as I was — Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. I heard the voice of JESUS say, ' Behold I freely give The living water — thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
Page 152 - I was a wayward child, I did not love my home, I did not love my Father's voice, I loved afar to roam.
Page 153 - The Shepherd sought His sheep; The Father sought His child ; They followed me o'er vale and hill, O'er deserts waste and wild. They found me nigh to death, Famished, and faint, and lone ; They bound me with the bands of love ; They saved the wandering one.
Page 72 - Not many lives, but only one have we, — One, only one ; — How sacred should that one life ever be — That narrow span ! — Day after day filled up with blessed toil, Hour after hour still bringing in new spoil.